Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Five (Optimistic) Ways to Feel As Good As You Look


I was relatively surprised to see one bitch dedicated reader describe my most recent blog entry as being very "dark." Now, I can recognize that the topics I tackle aren't always the most uplifting, but I do try and sprinkle in some inkling of optimism at the tail end of each entry to give readers (and myself) renewed belief that success stories do exist in the world of ooey-gooey love.

But as I walked down Walnut St. with my deliciously overpriced Starbucks latte in hand, contemplating whether I really am just too cynical about dating as well as whether I should grab Chinese food before going home, I stumbled upon a sign posted on the tiny construction site near the intersection of Broad and Walnut (pictured).

I'm a firm believer in the idea that things do happen for a reason, and today my conclusion was, like an epiphany to be had in the corniest Jennifer Aniston movie, that I found myself face-to-face with this ambiguously inspiring sign (that undoubtedly had a different meaning) for a bigger reason.

When date after date goes wrong, it becomes easier to sink into disheartened delusion than optimistic perseverance. Could it be that the singles are just cynics?

After giving it some further thought, here is what I've decided I'm going to do: below is a tongue-in-cheek list of five things I might ordinarily write for a Brotherly Love blog entry. Next to them (that is, the list of things I probably would more sincerely advise), are hopeful fortune cookie-esque bits of advice with a Utopian, "it gets better" spin put on them.

Without further adieu, let's try this on for size.

1. Stop slitting your wrist to "Someone Like You." Make the choice to actively listen to feel-good music. Feeling better about yourself means choosing to not indulge in music that finds strength in sorrow. Dust off your girl-power albums from the '90s and get to listening!

2. Burn your ex's things in a ceremonial bonfire. Make peace with your demons. Break-ups can be rough, but your mood doesn't have to be. Make it a point to be civil with your new ex; don't be the crazy ex-girlfriend if you don't have to.

3. Drink away your problems until you're passed out in the bathroom of iCandy. Find a healthy way to de-stress and move forward. Some people start going to the gym to work out anxiety as well as improve their body image, and that's more than OK. Developing a less self-destructive way of relieving negative tension is a fantastic first step to improving how you are perceived by others as well as how you view yourself.

4. Think about how much better you turned out than your high school classmates. Consider how fortunate you are to have the life you do. Opt to focus on the successes of your relationships rather than the failures, and never take for granted the support system you have around you. They can be more valuable than we realize sometimes.

5. Get laid. ...Get laid.


Still not optimistic enough? Send your thoughts to brandon.baker@temple.edu

Saturday, December 10, 2011

And another one bites the dust...


Finding a fish in the sea that isn't a piranha is proving to be a much, much rarer occurrence as time goes by. Numb your frustrations for a brief moment and consider how many dates you have actually gone on in the past year. Now consider how many have materialized into anything substantial. (And no, casual sex does not count.)

Most dates are doomed from the get-go: with each passing second-rate loser, our expectations for a first date either 1) increase to an unrealistic standard, or 2) diminish to a level that begs for a poisonous relationship of screaming matches and infidelity. You can't win, but you can't give up. In the end, it's painstakingly paradoxical.

What's worse, modern day pop culture drowns itself in the elusive dream man. Katy Perry is crooning corn ball lyrics about "the one that got away," and Snooki is drunkenly falling over herself in Venice searching for her perfect juicehead dud stud muffin Jionni. Our beloved celebutantes have unknowingly made themselves banners for what it means to have a "normal" relationship.

"All the good ones are gay or taken," moans the average boy-done-me-wrong female of today. In my case, the adage is more along the lines of, "All the good ones are straight, refuse to leave their boyfriend, or fantasize about leather daddies." Where oh where have the good ones gone?

I experienced a gathering recently where it became a serious subject of queer conversation to discuss an unknown, bewildered, recently-"out" gay man who had arrived at the affair by his single-self and soon after left without a single person having acknowledged him. Apparently, a "catch" is so extraordinary, so scanty, that it is to be studied and analyzed to death rather than actually pursued.

Well no f**king wonder we all end up with terrible dates.

In gay man terms (and for others as well, admittedly), I speculate three particular types of men we encounter that we are perpetually drawn to despite their absolute repulsiveness:

1. Narcissists. We don't want to like these types, but there's something about their "let's talk all about me" charm that keeps us coming back. Whether it's their constant ranting about their jobs or obnoxious flexing of their muscles (newsflash: I've eaten marshmallows firmer than your biceps), they're the nicotine of relationships that eventually make us go insane.

2. "What do you mean your dick is only one and a half inches above the national average?" These are the men that, no matter how hard they may claim to try, simply won't be satisfied with anything that comes their way. You're too thick, too thin; too emotionally attached, too distant - it's always something. And God forbid you fish for conversation with substance; it's the crime even the most corrupt lenient judge will never acquit you from.

3. Closet-cases. I'm often times bemused by the number of people I stumble upon who make mention of being closeted. One must eventually wonder: if X person is advertising themselves on X website or regularly attending X gay bar, how "closeted" can X person truly be? These are the fish that deserve the unwarned hook caught in their gills; any jerk with a credit card can blow a locked closet door wide open. These folks are the end-all, be-all of "wasted time."

Finding the consummate lover for yourself, the "good one" that hasn't gotten away yet, is as difficult as finding the ideal person to bring home to a Jewish mother. You can settle for the Roman Catholic that meets half of your standards and offers the proposition of faux-blissful romance 'til your golden anniversary, or you can hold out for the dubious possibility that you'll eventually stumble upon "Mr. Right."

But one thing unquestionably remains true. If you've been nodding your head in agreement to all of the above comments, realize one very important thing: you're one of the good ones.

Have questions or comments? Contact Brandon Baker at brandon.baker@temple.edu.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Five Do's and Don'ts for the Online Dater

New online dating sites are popping up all the time, which is either a sign that the dating form is becoming more and more regular, or that people just love "punny" tongue-in-cheek .com venue titles like "PlentyOfFish." I write this blog from the perspective of the former, but secretly hoping for the latter. (Bring on "plentyofsausage.com," por favor?)

The Do's:

1. Create a profile. The simple and obvious note regarding online dating, don't simply be the bystander mocking the concept when you yourself haven't had a date in over a year. Your pride doesn't mean a whole lot when you're sleeping alone, does it?

2. Use a recent picture in your profile. You have some flexibility with this one; my personal rule is to not post anything more than a year old. However, if you're approaching the big 5-0, be aware that your date might step into the restaurant a bit surprised if you posted a picture of your 25-year-old self with rock hard abs, and you're sporting a new gray 'do and a beer gut.

3. Find the right forum for you. Not all dating networks are the same; if you're a lesbian you certainly aren't going to want to sign up for Grindr, and if you're a gay man, you're probably going to want to steer clear of the homophobic eHarmony that seems to get more TV advertisement than Viagra circa 2000. Like anything else you'd deem important in your life, do your research.

4. Be available, but don't be too available.
You want people to know that you're on the market, but refrain from using the dreaded "R word." Even if you are looking for a relationship, don't specifically advertise that you're looking for one. It leaves the door open for relationship-addicted freak-a-zoids to knock on your profile's door and throw out a marriage proposal. But do be clear and specific about what you want so as to create a niche audience for yourself.

5. Don't be afraid to embellish. Leave your ethics out of your profile. Even if your life is boring, you should never advertise yourself that way. Take the mundane and make it interesting if you have nothing better to include in your profile. So you like marshmallows? Throw in some snarky, made-up "Brokeback Mountain" joke about a time you and your pals sat around the campfire making smores. You work at Wal-Mart? Tell them you work at Whole Foods - especially if you're shooting for the hipster crowd.

The Don'ts:

1. OkStupid. OK, so OkCupid actually goes on the list of better sites you could be using (especially as a free site), but the forum has its flaws in both design and demographics. In general, the site falls in a particularly unique category of sites where you are able to see who is viewing your profile, and when they're viewing. This could be a great thing if everyone that views your profile is sending you a message, but be prepared to ready those shields if you can't take the self-esteem hit. These sites are meant for the confident and straightforward, not the weak of heart or timid types. I won't advise you to not use this site, as I've had my own set of personal success stories with it, but I send you into the battlefield waving a warning flag.

2. "Hey, hot stuff." You find that sexy gal's profile, your claymore goes skyward bound, and your immediate instinct is to let them know. When you reach this point, run to the nearest freezer, grab an ice tray, and topple it downward; no one wants to talk to a creep, even if you're attractive. Success with online dating comes not just from having a perfected profile, but from knowing how to greet new people. Find something witty to say pertaining to their profile without making it look like you've scanned everything they've written three times over.

3. Don't reveal too much, too soon. One of the biggest problems with online dating is that your back-and-forth messages don't leave much room for a great introductory conversation on a first date. Try to keep your conversation a length where you can determine your level of interest, and then continue the conversation in person if you so choose.

4. Choose a safe meeting place. Thankfully, the issue of safety with online dating is slowly going downhill, but it is still an issue. I made the mistake of meeting a 50-year-old creep posing as a 25-year-old hunk at his home; believe me when I say you never want to end up in such an awkward position.

5. Don't linger on a profile. In between your date, it can be easy to stare at your computer screen and reread their profile in anticipation of an exciting date. It's understandable, but building expectations for a date is never a good thing. Dating - online or off - is not meant to be an end-all, be-all of your life, just a side story on an ongoing adventure. Don't take it so seriously.

Have some online dating do's or don'ts of your own? Send me an email at brandon.baker@temple.edu, or leave a comment below.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Three Rs of 9/11: rememberance, rebuilding and reconnection


Each week I sort through my wall of post-it notes that comprises every single idea that sparks in my mind for this blog. This week, I was fully prepared to please with another thought-provoking, contentious topic on dating and relationships courtesy of "the wall of thoughts," when it occurred to me what today is and what it represents. It suddenly seemed silly for me to preach about dating and relationships when something bigger overshadows the standard aura of the day.

But when I dug to the core of why September 11th is represented as such a somber day, I considered that the tragedy behind the landmark event is not the death toll, the loss of information or the loss of an American symbol, but the impact it had on families that were intertwined through relationships.

For some it was a simple reminder to appreciate their loved ones, and for others it was a direct effect of deep loss and heartbreak. It was, truly, the type of event that shapes a lifetime.

But these aren't lessons you haven't already heard or don't already know; instead, what I've tried to take away from the horrors of 9/11, is an understanding of the differences between what you have, what you want, and most importantly, who you are.

How do these lessons connect to 9/11?

September 11th stands for the one thing in our lives that puts our worldviews into perspective: loss. The most fruitful introspective experiences happen under extreme stress and during times of monumental loss. The hole left in our lives serves as something that needs to be filled, and many mindlessly grab their figurative shovel in search of dirt to fill that hole. What happens, unfortunately, is a downward spiral that fills the hole with sharp-pointed, edgy rocks instead of the mounds of dirt needed to make us feel "whole again."

Rebuilding from loss involves a lot of self-reflection and comprehension of the things you really have in your life, what they mean to you, what life expansions you want to seek out and a comprehensive understanding of who it is that you are; not who you avoid becoming or aim to become. Who you are shapes who you will be.

I can only imagine the introspection that happened (and still happens) in the minds of those that experienced such great loss during and following the tragedy of 9/11, but the experience itself should find a place in your own life as an example of how to reconnect with yourself and what your life means to you.

As cliche as it may seem, the loss you experience in life is only a physical one. Your loved one may have perished in the flames, but the impact they had on your life is a flame that burns eternally and molds your future self. My best piece of advice, is to not be afraid to light a new candle. You may not find that you want or need the same things post-trauma, but that shouldn't be associated with not wanting/needing anything.

My Jewish friends and followers might appreciate the analogy of our lives being a manifestation of the menorah. The candle-holding instrument itself is shaped and made what it is by the many (but limited) candles it holds, with each one having its own symbolism and role.

By all means, don't let your menorah go unlit.

Remember the images of 9/11 and its lasting influences for the sake of moving forward, rebuild to form a new foundation for your life and reconnect with yourself as a reminder that there will always be a blossoming flower poking somewhere through the rubble.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Seeking liveliness through the rose-colored glass of sloppiness


Although Americans (and especially Philadelphians) like to laugh at, mock and dismiss those 'Jersey Shore' folks from across the pond as "a thing," I can't help but find it a tad bit ironic that we laugh at behaviors we all embrace and demonstrate.

The premise of the show revolves around hook-ups and drinking, two things that, more often than not, go hand-in-hand. We drink to hook-up, and we hook-up to drink. And what happens when a relationship goes down the rabbit hole? We head to the nearest karaoke bar to drunkenly sing our struggles away.

A cocktail a day probably does take the pain away (we've all been there), but there appears to be an unhealthy obsession in today's society with using alcohol as a crutch for when things go horribly wrong with our lives - especially with dating. I'm all for using the firewater to kill the nerves on an awkward first date, but a backwards mentality has managed to take hold on what role alcohol plays in forming relationships.

The excuse many will gladly use for consuming mass amounts of alcohol for dating and sex-related purposes is that it uninhibits them and breaks down barriers to reveal their "true selves." But one has to wonder: if you're drinking to force yourself into a comfort zone, how "natural" is that?

I'm not so naive (or prudish) as to downplay alcohol and preach against it; Prohibition was certainly demonstration enough that people don't just desire alcohol, they need it. However, this uncanny fascination with intoxication needs to reach a peak at one point or another; using alcohol as a scapegoat doesn't feed a healthy relationship anymore than it nourishes your liver.

Myself being slightly inebriated, I recently observed a young man on the street taunting a group of women as I waited for the Sketch Mobile (aka the "Night Owl") to take me home. He gave them an obvious up-down gaze, and continued to talk to them (or at them, rather) with a tone in his voice that screamed, "I'm drunk, horny, and entitled to your vagina." It was an eye-rolling reminder of the role this liquid courage plays in how our sexual selves work.

When I finally took a seat on the bus, I sat down across from a man and woman who clearly had just come from a party together, but were also very apparently not in a relationship. The man continued to comment on how drunk she was, which was his own code for, "You're drunk; that means it's okay to sleep with me tonight." Thankfully, the girl wasn't having it and clarified that she was feeling very sober, which was her code for, "Put your dick back in your pants."

Yet in these situations, who/what is really to blame for when things go sour? There is absolutely nothing justifiable about your actions just because you took a few too many shots and made an abnormally bad decision. Consider this: if your bad decisions couldn't be excused by alcohol in a work environment, why would that be any less true in a personal setting?

By all means, continue to drink, hook-up, and embark on plastered adventures. But when the time comes in your life to "settle down" and look more closely for "the one," know better than to pre-game before your date or talk in-depth about your party self. Nothing is more unattractive than a drunk that doesn't know he/she is a drunk.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

"So, did it hurt?"

"Why, when you fell from heaven, of course!"

We've all endured them; we've all dished them out. They're those pungent pick-up lines that make us want to gag. (And not in the fun way.) Let's take a look at some of the worst ways to approach that random person of interest.

1. Groping of any kind. All right, so your goal is to add another tally mark to your growing list of "scores." That's great, but know better than to use sex as a means to get to know someone on a deeper level. There's a reason the first kiss is normally referred to as a "good-night kiss;" the point is to run someone through a string of mental and emotional endurance tasks before taking any kind of physical plunge. Grabbing someone's "junk" isn't going to earn you any cool points in the dating realm.

2. Regurgitating your life story. I had the unfortunate displeasure of watching a poorly dressed, awkward-to-the-extremes man at Starbucks "slyly" strike conversation with the woman sitting at the table next to him. Within ten seconds of introducing himself, he managed to inform her that he was unemployed, stressed to the breaking point and available to the point of desperation. It was like watching dominoes fall one after the other. Do yourself a favor and save the sob stories for after you've firmly established comfort zones and boundaries ... which normally won't happen until a third date or later anyway.

3. Cruising. While many might disagree with me on this subject, I do not find "cruising" (that is, the art of aggressively eying someone down) to be beneficial in the slightest. It implies something overtly sexual, and it implies passive aggressive. If you want to talk to someone, find a reason to do so. After all, what do you expect to happen when someone sees you giving them the "up-down"? This isn't a movie; you're unlikely to get a wink, nod and coy smile in response. You're actually more likely to see someone switch train cars or walk to the other side of the street.

4. "You look like someone I know..." For whatever reason, this seems to be a common, phony line men like to employ to get someone to talk to them. What's the point? The other person most likely knows that it's just an excuse to talk to them, and at that point, they're aware that you're nervous. It also suggests that you already have a label attached to them. (What if that "someone you know" is your mother?) Avoid the tacky scapegoat questions and find something clever to say.

5. Discussing the weather. For God's sake, please do not use the weather as an ice breaker. If weather discussion isn't okay when you're talking to your friends, it certainly isn't going to be thought-provoking discussion for someone you're interested in. Save your opinions on the day's cloud formations for Thanksgiving dinner with grandma and grandpa.

Heard of or experienced some bad pick-up lines or approaching methods? Let me know about it: shoot me an email at brandon.baker@temple.edu and you just might find your story featured in an upcoming "Sex and the City of Brotherly Love" update.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Stoking the fires of fate


"Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her. But once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game." - Voltaire

Fate. It's the one word that makes some cringe and others squeal with excitement at the prospect that their life is already predetermined, presumably in the best of ways. But if life is just a road map that we navigate to the same destination, how do we determine which choices are really the best ones?

Choices. Another striking word that evokes some of the most stressful anxiety from our minds. We ask ourselves the simplest of questions that lead to the most complex of situations: "Is he the one?"; "Do I choose him or my career?"; "Am I ready?"

Unfortunately, life does not provide us with a top-of-the-line GPS system to assure us that we're headed in the right direction. The choices we make are left solely to our own judgment, our own peace of mind.

I have been left contemplating where my life choices have taken me in the past year, what role I've been given as a result, and how my life may be different today had I taken a different unfamiliar route. On a deeper level, I'm left to consider whether fate, that elusive word that escapes all human comprehension, really does exist?

I don't doubt that we've all found ourselves in eerie predicaments at one point or another that have left us wondering this same question. You run into an old flame on the street against all odds; your trip to the coffee shop substantiates into an earth-shattering relationship with someone who happened to be sitting next to you; you find sparks with your co-worker at a new job you were initially skeptical of taking.

And of course, you imagine what direction your life would have taken had you not taken that new job, decided to go to the coffee shop that day, or taken that particular detour you did while walking on the street. Is it possible that, despite all of our efforts, strategies and boundaries we try to layout in our love lives, that our "destiny" is controlled by something ... dare I say ... supernatural?

I've never fancied myself the type to put faith into things I can't directly see or experience, but I believe I've stumbled into the territory of what I call a "closet fater." And really, what is so unfathomable about the idea of love being beyond the realm of logic? Anyone who loves their abusive boyfriend, their husband that they know is unfaithful, or that euphorically addictive but toxic person in their life can tell you that reasoning plays little role in the dynamics of such an emotion.

In that case, maybe it is not so much fate that drives our direction in life, so much as love itself. It isn't predestined, but it is likely to pull us in one direction over another. To believe in fate, ultimately, is to believe in love.

We may not have the choice of deciding who we love or whether that love blossoms into everything we want it to be, but we do have the comforting choice to believe in fate, in all of its otherworldly glory.

Friday, August 12, 2011

A Bicycle Built for Two


Every so often, a single lad reaches a point where he has to wonder whether he's really the "relationship type." With all of the relationship-heavy scenery surrounding us, it gets to be the default answer to just tell yourself that your life plan absolutely demands one, without even considering what you want from such a thing, or whether you need one at all.

Is it possible that, despite the oft-overwhelming emphasis on couplets, we don't actually need long-term relationships to make our lives fulfilling?

My summer has come along with a lot of come-and-go dates. While some were more intriguing than others (like my dinner date at IKEA),they all ultimately met the same fateful demise. And as I began to consider the reasons why, I could suddenly feel a light bulb glimmer and spark atop my head.

It seems that as the "rules" of dating continue to develop, we as a people lose our comprehension of what it means to be in a relationship, and why they should be cherished in the first place. How can one find authentic meaning in a relationship built on superficial rules and hidden agendas? (Not to contradict any of my tips for dating, of course.)

Relationships should not be any more about joint mortgages or social status than Suze Orman should be about managing the perfectly feminine appearance.

The persisting issue today is not that we persist and obsess over relationships, it's that we do it for all of the wrong reasons. We want a partner so we aren't stuck at the counter while eating our apple pie in the diner; we want to show off just what our collective package can get us.

We don't want a relationship, we want another label.

If there is one thing I have confidently figured out in my time in the glorious City of Philadelphia, it's that finding a "great love" is not something that can be manufactured or manifested in a Facebook relationship status. A great love is something that develops over time and with great emotional investment, not over a planned-to-death dating layout that puts a wrong focus on coaxing someone into a relationship.

There is a reason standard bicycles come as a one-seater: life is meant to be traveled alone, unless you're lucky enough to stumble upon that special person you trust just enough to keep your bike peddling.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Inhaling a New Vision for Romance


When we imagine our lives in the long-term, we envision a certain layout of how things should gradually take shape. You go to college, you date, you start your career, and when all aspects of your life seem to fall into place, you get married. But what happens when the order of these life events shifts? What happens when you meet "the one" prematurely?

I embarked on a spontaneous excursion to a hookah bar a few days ago with some friends, looking for nothing more than a good time and an evening of relaxation. What we ended up experiencing was something much deeper.

The owner of the lounge, an expressive Lebanese man in his mid-forties, immediately caught our attention as he took our order. After a few huffs and puffs from our waterpipe, we decided to spark conversation.

What we quickly learned, was that the man was a former engineer for corporate America who had cut all ties to the corporate world in favor of a more laissez faire lifestyle that catered to his needs as well as the needs of others. He had given up a six-figure salary in favor of smoking hookah in a restaurant until two (and sometimes four) o'clock in the morning every day and night.

But he claimed that what made it all worth it was not just the relaxed nature of his new business venture, but the simple ability to be with his family and stop living the life he had felt expected to live. (It's worth mentioning that his daughter was our other server.) His culture and religion, he said, put emphasis not on money or extravagant lifestyles, but experiencing life with family - no matter what your social status. The traditional "American dream," as many like to refer to it, does not exist in his culture.

As it turns out, his romantic life is very much out of order by the standards of today's youth. He and his wife met in college when they were only 19, and were married at the same age.

"I saw my wife, and I thought ... why not?" he said.

The example served as something strikingly significant, not just because of the fact that they were married at such a young age, but because they were married at that particular age without any extenuating circumstances. I've witnessed people getting married at an early age, but always for various reasons. They lacked the stability to stand on their own feet, they found themselves "knocked up," or they married their high school sweethearts because they didn't think they had the energy to keep looking. None of these things appeared to be the case here.

To make things more interesting, he made a surprisingly strong case for why marriages in America seem to ... well, flounder. According to him, what makes marriages fail in our culture is our uncanny ability to plan everything that we do. We get married after we've experienced our "single selves" and move into a marriage thinking we can settle down but still live our lives as if we're single. In other words, we lack boundaries.

Now, as I look back on the conversation, I can't help but wonder how much we may or may not miss out on in the process of developing a "plan" for our lives. Do we miss out on the true loves of our lives, just because they don't fit into the blueprint we've constructed for our ideal selves? Have our own standards killed our chances of experiencing marriage in its most glorious form?

Rather than awaiting a life that we've dreamed for ourselves, it seems appropriate that we should stop waiting for our dream lives to come to fruition, and start embracing living the lives we've been given. If you happen to stumble upon someone you truly love at an unexpected point in your life, it might just be better to stop asking questions and start experiencing. And if at this point you still find yourself asking an overwhelming number of questions, ask yourself only one more:

"Why not?"

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Introducing the 'Your Life, Your Love, Your Story Campaign'

Got relationships?

"Sex and the City of Brotherly Love" is ready to hear your side of the story. When it comes to relationships, it's always important to remember that there is an exception to every rule, a story to counteract every common belief. This is where you come in.

It's one thing to write about dating and relationships from an outside perspective, and another to witness it first hand. "Brotherly Love" wants to hear all of the gory intricacies of your relationship; every gleeful reminiscence, every near-break-up moment, every scandalous detail to what makes you and your significant other "tick." And most importantly, what role the City of Philadelphia has had on the dynamics of your dyad.

But this campaign is not for the faint of heart, nor the extreme optimist, nor the extreme cynic. This is a campaign for the realists in the world - in Philadelphia. This campaign is not about spreading love, it is about spreading truth.

If you and your partner would like to be profiled as an example of a "real" Philadelphian relationship, simply send an email my way at brandon.baker@temple.edu. The process will be quite simple: we meet for coffee (or tea, if that's your thing), I grill you with the tough questions, and you check back to brotherlylover.blogspot.com soon after to see the result. If you have further questions or hesitations about what to expect or what the campaign represents, do not think twice about inquiring.

Let's make this city a better place for relationships to sprout and blossom, one story at a time.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

A Hop, Skip and a Check Away from True Love


Realizing that you love someone stands as the biggest “aha!” moment of a person’s life. There is no greater realization, no better feeling to be had for the human soul. Despite the trouble and anxiety that is very likely to ensue in the future, you truly have no concept of your euphoria deepening after experiencing such life-altering feelings. To the stronghold of your emotions, you’ve reached the top of the mountain.

Still, the aftermath of this realization has an unfortunate tendency to throw an innumerable amount of questions and problems our way, producing that curve ball we just can't seem to hit out of the park. Once you finally find love, what do you do with it?

I fondly recall a time where sorting through your emotions was as simple as passing along a note and asking a person to “check yes or no.” It was easy, it was to-the-point, and it was effective. You had the answer to your question just as quickly as it surfaced. For this reason, I can’t help but wonder ... what changed?

It appears that somewhere along the line we find ourselves battered and bruised to the point of no return. Writing that very straightforward question on a piece of paper is no longer representative of a hopeful future, but the possibility of an oncoming doomsday based on a dreary past.

Which brings me to my point: At what cost do we “protect ourselves” in the long journey of finding and keeping love?

Our modern lifestyles particularly enjoy glorifying the one-night stand that serves to make our romantic comedies interesting and keep our gossipy friends entertained. Yet really, does a one-night stand serve as anything more than a scapegoat for insecurity?

That’s not to say I view one-night stands as a sign of loneliness and desperation. Sometimes it’s best to recognize that a good f*** is just that: a good f***. However, our lifestyles are, more often than not, a striking reflection of the state of our emotions. It seems perfectly reasonable to assume that if someone is going to the club every night – “single and fabulous” or not – they’re going in search of something more than a vodka martini. Even the most seemingly stable and blissfully promiscuous deal with their own love-struck dilemmas, and struggle just as much as your average write-in to “Ask Ann.”

I’ve spent quite the chunk of time in my life trying to understand why people feel the need to constantly keep themselves at arm’s length, and it becomes clearer and clearer to me with each passing day. Yet what comes with this understanding, to my own surprise, is not so much an acceptance of this idea of “protecting yourself,” but a motivation to break apart those emotional barriers.

It seems awfully counterproductive to spend your life shooing away love and fending off its affects, when the unconscious (quite literally) craves its attention. To say that our minds are not dependent on relationships, would be like saying that our bodies are not dependent on food. Pushing away these bare necessities are unhealthy and detrimental to the same “self” you aim to preserve.

I’ve been a consistent advocate of avoiding dwelling in my blog entries, and I maintain that moving forward means not looking back. All the while, it is more important to note that moving forward in your life requires conscious effort – just because you’re not looking back, doesn’t mean you’re moving forward.

Finding love and moving forward with it means putting yourself out there, whether that be with a high school-style note or an awkward face-to-face conversation with whom you believe to be your one true love. Turn back the clock on your commitment-phobic self and embrace the idea that maybe, just maybe, love isn’t another aspect of your life that you can control. You may face a few added risks by embracing this idea, but you just might find that it’s worth it when that radiant love note finally gets passed over to your desk.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

'Giving and Taking' for a Better Tomorrow


In your greatest times of desperation, you find yourself sitting alone somewhere, thinking about just how low you’ll go to get even a slice of what you really want. We seek out that distraction that we deem necessary to brighten our lonely nights and, ultimately, our lonely lives. But what if what we really need in life isn’t at all what we’ve always believed it to be, and our hopes, dreams and expectations serve as nothing more than a mere mirage in the desert of the mind?

In many respects, life is one grand game of give-and-take. You give yourself to someone in hopes that what they have to offer in exchange is worth more than what you’re giving up. But what happens when, like passing along trading cards on the playground, you find yourself giving away a Charizard in exchange for a Goldeen?

In my own travels, I’ve stumbled upon all kinds of relationships with varying degrees of this give-and-take dynamic. I’ve witnessed those who cherish their partner enough to “settle down” when they’ve never thought themselves as “the marrying kind;” and I’ve met others who have tragically and (on the surface) delusionally given all of themselves for a relationship based on poor foundation.

But the one thing I’ve found in common with these relationships, despite my own cynicism and the apparent lack of inconsistency, is a smile. They give, they take, they fight, they complain, but they always end with a smile. In a dating world that demands that others find a balance of the game of give-and-take, how is one to interpret a relationship that thrives despite a lack of this so-called ideal dynamic.

In the time we spend analyzing our dating lives and determining what is “proper,” it seems likely that we miss out on what we truly want, and what we truly need. We become so obsessed with this idea of balance and appropriateness, that our definition of what makes a relationship successful becomes … jaded.

The moment you find yourself content in a relationship is most likely to occur the moment you realize that a relationship is never going to be a real-life reflection of your own fantasies.

Regardless of what logic might have you believe, a successful, balanced relationship finds its success not in the count of months that it endures, but the count of smiles that are constantly plastered onto your face. Even when or if the relationship meets its end, who is to say that that makes the relationship unsuccessful? Why spend days, weeks and months mourning our “failed” relationships, when we could celebrate the wonderful times that preceded the unfortunate end of an era?

Life, as entangled as it is in the game of give-and-take, is measured better by your own relative stance on success. Finding love and losing it isn’t something to be sour or bitter about, it’s something to celebrate. You celebrate not just the fact that it happened, but the fact that it was able to happen, and that it will happen again.

So, no matter where you are in life, no matter how lonely or desperate you may feel, raise a glass to the comforting thought that you can feel at all. Because in the end, even if you find yourself as an elderly “cat lady,” you can rejoice in knowing that you were able to share your love, and give it away to someone (cat or otherwise) you gave worth to.

Monday, June 20, 2011

From the 'Scarlet A' to the 'White V'


As you begin to grow into adulthood, you discover that everything you've learned as a child has been slightly/enormously exaggerated or sugar-coated to meet the societal standard. As it turns out, talking to strangers is A-okay if you've got a cocktail in your hand, and touching genitals doesn't always guarantee that you'll get AIDS and die.

And for the most part, many of these realizations are actually quite good. It means that being promiscuous doesn't necessarily entail a reputation comparable to "slutty Stephanie," who scandalously made out with someone other than her boyfriend under the bleachers in 8th grade, and that being a virgin doesn't mean you're a four-eyed nerd with an unusual amount of white-stained socks in your hamper.

... Or does it?

Though most of your high school labels and expectations die with your diploma, there is one that has a funny way of sticking around as you enter the world of grown-ups - all depending on the status of your "V-card."

In Nathaniel Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter," Hester Prynne is famously shamed by being made to wear a scarlet "A" on her chest as a result of her sexual expression. In today's world, I can't help but wonder if the opposite would be true in such a situation: Would a virgin be forced to wear their own "white A"?

Growing up, your authority figures feed you with the idea that your virginity is something "special," something that should be reserved for someone you deem worthy of breaking into your fortress for the first time. It's sacred, it's virtuous, it's rubbish.

It seems that this delusional romantic notion more frequently leads to disaster in the case of most late-blossoming virgins, who hold out hope that maybe one day they'll meet the perfect person who can recreate a movie-esque scene that fulfills their greatest fantasies.

Yet for those who have yet to rip that "V" off like a band-aid, they are instead cursed with endlessly sketchy dates and men/women who just don't want to bear the "responsibility" of being "that person."

And although you're told that your virginity adds a positive element to your character, what it actually appears to do is limit your possibilities in the dating world, kill your sense of 21st-century romanticism, and plague you with the expectation that your first time will be "unique."

The reality, of course, is that your "special moment" is more likely to happen as a one-night-stand or in a bathroom stall at Woody's than it is to happen on the honeymoon of your wedding. There are no rose petals to be found here, just used condoms and Zip-Loc bags filled with lube.

But I'm not one to dictate morals, and I'm certainly no advocate of throwing out the V-card just to "get it over with." Your virginity is something deeply personal, and only you should be determining its value, not the rest of the world. You can in fact prove the village people wrong and own your "white V" with pride; how you choose to spin this information will greatly affect how well it is ultimately received by others. After all, everything is in style if you just know how to wear it.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Shopping for Singles and Sausage


You go to the bar, expecting to find a nice guy/gal to flirt with, but instead drunkenly run into your ex. You go to a house party, thinking that the more intimate environment might allow for an easy hook-up, but instead find yourself discouraged by the lack of options or the stiff competition. The solution to these two enigmatic problems?

Grocery shopping.

As silly as it may sound, when you consider the type of person who goes to a grocery store, you may have trouble envisioning one particular, stereotypical image of a person. That's because everyone goes grocery shopping, because everyone needs to eat.

The problem with bar and party hopping, is that every scene eventually becomes tired. "Hip" clubs and party-scenes become outdated about as quickly as they become fashionable; and as a result, their demographics evolve in ways that aren't always favorable for the Philly single.

Grocery stores, on the other hand, never go out of style. They're like a nice pair of stilettos - sure, the color or the print on the shoe may go out of fashion, but the core idea of the high-heeled, power-tripped wearer of the shoe never does. Shopping at a grocery store essentially evens out all of your shortcomings that might come along with a night out at the bar, because everyone is there for the same basic necessities.

Anyone who has been to a Whole Foods in the city can point out the diversity of the people shopping there. It's like the Louis Vuitton of grocery stores in Philadelphia, and its shoppers reflect this level of quality. You have your gay men seeking out their high-protein sources in the poultry department, your hipsters seeking out ingredients for the perfect vegan meal, and the horn-dogs squeezing melons and gripping bananas in the produce section.

But while you may claim to go shopping for organic food, what you're really doing is shopping for the "organic single." It's easy to understand a person by the food that they eat, therefore making the grocery store the perfect place to scope out more than just a great bargain. And how much easier could it get to show off your goods than leaning over to price-check a can of soup on the bottom shelf?

Alas, most of the lusty-busty magic does not occur while shopping, but rather while "checkin' people out" at the check-outs. By the time you've roamed the store and gathered your food items, you've already determined who you're attracted to, and who you're not. So when you see them standing in a line, it opens up the perfect opportunity to start a conversation (or at the very least, to cruise them down). Or if you're really desperate, it's always a perfectly viable option to flirt with the cute cashier who is undoubtedly going to be open to a short, flirtatious conversation after enduring a long, boring shift of ringing-up bitter customers.

So the next time you find yourself with a full grocery list, preparing to leave for the grocery store, remember to wear that extra-flattering top and tight pair of jeans. You never know where the magic is going to happen.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

10 Tips for the New Dater in Philadelphia (Part 2)

As promised, below are the remaining five tips for the new dater in Philadelphia. (And don't forget to check out the first five if you missed them!)

6. Create a conversation, not a reading of your first memoir. It's good if you have things to talk about, and it's natural to want to sell your goods, but don't drown your conversation with talk of your cat or all of your forgotten dreams. It isn't that no one cares, it's more that you're opening up too much of yourself before someone can be given the opportunity to care.

7. Don't drink too much before, during, or after your date. If you're slurring your words at "hello," you know you have a problem. Your rate of drinking can be better felt-out once the date begins and you get your first drink, assuming you're at a bar, restaurant, or the person's house/apartment. (And if it's the latter, then your date sounds like it's already set for success.) After your date, drinking tends to only lead to over-analysis of the night's events, and if you know yourself to be the reflective type, know to especially avoid the hard liquor.

8. Stick to your guns. As much as you would like to argue otherwise, deep down you really do know what you're looking for. If the guy or gal is too thick, thin, prickly, wimpy, whatever it may be; don't settle for something you know you aren't content with. Or in other words, don't make shit shine.

9. Be creative with your Philadelphian date destination. No one wants to be taken to Starbucks on their first date, when there is a perfectly attractive local coffee shop down the street. And if you're gay, please know better than to take your date anywhere in the Gayborhood. It might make sense on the surface to have a "gay date" in a gay-friendly area, but do you really want to deal with the possibility of your date checking out the view mid-sentence? You don't need to add competition into the already complicated political dynamics of your date.

10. Hold off on that good night kiss. Philly men are just too non-committal and apprehensive for a good night kiss; it's a cold, bitter reality of the "Philly flake." Besides, it's important to realize that your kiss is a very symbolic tool in the realm of dating. You may want to reserve that kiss for leverage in the future. And if your date does miraculously go in for a kiss, don't be afraid to tease. It makes the chase all that much more exciting.

As previously mentioned, "Sex and the City of Brotherly Love" would love to hear your own tips on dating in the City of Philadelphia - or just in general! Let your voice ring loud for all of your lovely and lustful Philadelphian comrades by shooting me an e-mail at brandon.baker@temple.edu with your dating tips or comments on the compiled list above!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

10 Tips for the New Dater in Philadelphia (Part 1)

Philadelphia is loaded with an unfortunate amount of suburban and rural newcomers that are painfully unaware of how brutal the Philadelphia dating scene can be. As someone who has been around the block once or twice, I offer my advice based on the experiences I've had thus far in Philly's dating world. Hopefully this list can help prevent a few heartbreaks and disappointments from coming to fruition... and maybe even lead to some success stories?

1. Do not text a person in between an introduction and a first date. The whole point of a first date is to get to know someone, and form an impression based on all angles of an individual. This includes body language and tone of voice. It's counter-intuitive to have your first date before you actually have your first date.

2. Know when to change yourself and when not to. This is perhaps one of the greatest pieces of advice I can offer anyone new to the Philly dating scene. It is only natural that you'll have to alter your "real self" for your date; dating is a lot like running a business. You need to market your product, know your key demographics, and present yourself with a reasonable asking price. However, know what's worth changing about yourself for someone, and what is completely unacceptable by your own self-respecting standards.

3. Know which dates are worth making in the first place. So many people become either jaded or pessimistic because of their choice in dates. If you're unsatisfied with the dates you go on, then by all means, change your target audience. Don't keep dating the same types of people over and over again, expecting a different result. That isn't how it works. You may find that the guy or gal that seemingly "isn't your type" is the love of your life.

4. Don't limit yourself to one dating resource. You like meeting people through the Philly bar scene? Cool. I'm sure there are plenty of success stories from people meeting at Woody's and Tavern (note the hint of sarcasm), but people who frequent these places tend to either be looking for something that isn't quite defined as a relationship, or to pull a "flirt and flake." If you want to meet a variety of people or someone "wholesome," look elsewhere. Try Shoprite.

5. Always go into a date prepared to pick up the tab. And please, people, leave the feminist-inspired bullshit at home. I'm not saying you need to pay for dinner, but be prepared to offer. Very few people honestly like paying for someone else's dinner without at least being given the chance to not have to.

Look out for the remaining five tips this Wednesday. If you've experienced something that's taught you a valuable lesson about dating and the elusive feeling of "love," please shoot me an e-mail at brandon.baker@temple.edu or leave a comment below. "Sex and the City of Brotherly Love" wants to hear what you have to say.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Fighting the Fairytales for the Life of the 'Single and Fabulous'


Living the life of the "single and fabulous" is, more often than not, quite the challenge - especially in the City of Philadelphia. You believe in love, but you don't believe in its necessity to living a good life. You believe in companionship, but you don't believe that it needs to come in the form of a life partner. And most importantly, you believe in sex, but you don't believe one lover is enough to last a lifetime.

Our society loves to put down those who live the single life as narcissistic or, worse yet, cynical. They claim that if you're living life out loud as a single person, then you must simply be "lost," which is, more often than not, followed-up with that blood pressure-raising stare of sympathy that says "Honey, you just haven't met the right person yet."

As any Philadelphian that ventures out on a Friday night can tell you, this city is filled with single men and women. But it's worth noting, that being "single" is much different than being "single and fabulous."

If you've ever watched a Disney movie, you're very much aware of the heaping amount of pressure put on individuals to find their Prince Charming or Cinderella. When was the last time you heard a fairy tale that ended with the girl being single and enjoying a cosmopolitan at a bar on a Friday night?

You don't; but that doesn't mean you shouldn't.

Our lives ultimately boil down to what we make of them, and as it seems, we try to make them unrealistic love stories that just never come to fruition. We linger, we dwell, and we expect nothing but the best for ourselves when it comes to love.

But consider this: What happens when you have spent your entire life making decisions that revolve around the mere possibility of someone coming along? Consider, for a moment, whether you could live with yourself knowing that you'd spent a lifetime making your story another version of a ninth-century writer's deluded fairy tale.

Obsessing over love does not make it come to you any faster, nor does it make your life any more accomplished than it would be otherwise.

Truly, to be a compelling version of "single and fabulous," the first step comes not just in realizing that your so-called "soulmate" may never stumble upon you, but expecting that very outcome. Plan your life on the realities of today, not on the hopes of tomorrow.

But perhaps what one really needs to know about being "single and fabulous," is that the label is not (and should not) be defined by the example of the person that frequents ICandy every night, or has promiscuous sex just for the sake of doing so. After all, the label isn't "single and desperate."

What is really fabulous about being single, is the self-confidence you build in the process of understanding that your life does not need to be recognized or built-up by anyone other than yourself. Who cares if your significant other doesn't approve of your career path? Who cares if he/she thinks you're too "this or that;" what matters is what you think of yourself. And if you don't love yourself, then certainly no one else is going to love you.

Some call it harsh, some call it deviant, some call it a bad Lady GaGa song. I call it fabulous.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Meeting 'Mr. Right' in the 'New Age of Dating'


When it comes to finding love, we like to imagine that perfect meeting spot. You catch someone coyly smiling at you from another table at the coffee shop, or that perfect gentleman helping you stand up from your broken fall on the street corner. It's romantic, it's dreamy, it's corny.

The imagining of meeting that special someone and actually experiencing it for yourself are in fact two very different ideas. If we were to delve into the details of how modern people meet their loved ones, you'd be more likely to hear a story starting with the word "OkCupid" than you would be to hear anything about some handsome silhouette sweeping you off your feet.

I call it the "New Age of Dating." Just as the standards changed when the automobile and movie theater came into play, so it has changed with the introduction and endurance of the Internet. Like it or not, it dictates who, where, and why we date.

To broaden the matter, the invention of the cell phone and the "love to hate" text message have stretched out this concept even further. Now, when you meet that person that catches your eye online, you're not just expected to sit through a charming instant messaging conversation at your computer, you're expected to send that person a glowing text message on the go ... and God forbid you send it a minute late.

I recently got together with one of my favorite "Jersey boys" (who, at his core, is anything but Jersey-typical) for coffee and catching up, and he informed me that, upon some deep reflection, he had decided to drop his cell phone plan. To make things more interesting, he decided to do so immediately after spending a large sum of money on a brand new smartphone.

Go figure, right?

As someone who is practically in a relationship with his phone, I didn't know what to make of it. His primary argument was that - on top of being an extra expense - his cell phone stifled personal interactions. He was essentially saying that cell phones don't make socializing easier, they in fact do just the opposite.

And as I thought about it more, I had to question it myself. When it comes to interacting with others, particularly dating, does new age technology really change the dynamics of dating for the better?

As time has gone on, the text message in particular has become a subject of interest. "OMG, he didn't text me back!" is a pretty common, eye-rolling phrase you'll hear passing by someone on the street. When it comes right down to it, texting has become more political than it has personal.

And online profiles? Somehow it has become considered "creepy" to view someone's profile, or to write too much about yourself in an "About Me" description. Color me ignorant, but the whole point of a dating site is to have access to this sort of thing, correct?

As a society, we've become so consumed in the norms of the digital age, that we don't actually stop and think about whether any of it is benefitting us at all. We seek not a real connection from our text messages, but an unhealthy, sometimes dangerous self-validation that a relationship should not be dependent upon. That isn't to say I'm an advocate of ditching the cell phone and laptop, but I would advise putting the phone down and ignoring your match.com or Grindr accounts for a few weeks, and seeing how you handle it.

One of the greatest lessons I've learned thus far in the dating world, is that the bigger the challenge is, the bigger the pay-off will be. In a society where passive aggressiveness has become commonplace, you'd be amazed what wonders being straightforward can do for you. So the next time you find yourself typing that extra "lol" or "smiley face" in your text message to earn "cool points," try hunting that love interest down in person and letting them see that beautiful smile for themselves. It's more telling than any kind of short-form syntax, and just might get you that one, genuine response you've always hoped for.

Monday, May 23, 2011

What Do You Do With a Broken Heart?


In the process of dealing with a break-up or flat-out rejection, you go through just about every state of mind you can possibly imagine. There’s the phase of pure anger, where you shatter your wine glass on the ground in pure rage. There’s the phase of denial, where you try and justify every word that has been said and every tiny action that can be analyzed. And of course, there’s that pure, simple and lingering phase of sadness of which I need not describe.

And perhaps what’s most unfortunate about it all, is this process never really comes to a halt, no matter how many times you experience it, or how logical you try to be. Your sensibilities don’t work in a love-struck world where, by its own nature, there is no such thing as “rational.”

What does it mean, then, that even with all of this “experience” we have, we still can’t learn to just move on?

It’s easy to tell yourself to “get back on the horse and try again,” and to move onward from all that is doom and gloom, but doing so is often a completely different story. Humankind prides itself on dwelling. “What don’t we dwell on?” is undeniably a much better question than the reverse.

What I’ve come to realize, however, is that rather than sinking in these feelings and letting them consume you (and boy do they consume), it eases the pain in the long run to tackle these feelings head on and – if at all possible – bypass them altogether.

You have the friends who will advise you to do this or that in the post-break-up process, and many of us do so accordingly. We “wait it out,” thinking that we’re being the bigger person by avoiding confrontation and talking out feelings. But when it comes down to it, these games of emotional politics do more harm than they do good. We need only look at the example of Washington for further proof of the damage political thinking can deal.

I don’t have the clear-cut answer to heartbreak; if I did I’d certainly have a much more solid business model than running a column on Blogger. But the advice I can give that will save pain in the long-term, is to stop running.

Stop running from those feelings that you don’t want to feel anymore. Stop running from the anger and the frustration that you feel for the person who broke your heart. Stop running from the bright light coming toward you, because doing that is the only thing holding you back from moving forward.

Love and heartbreak are not “black and white” subjects, and they surely are not emotions that any doctor or scientist can ever give you a solid solution to. No one can write you a prescription for a broken heart. In that very way, it just might be the worst disease to ever plague humanity. It’s everywhere, and it’s unavoidable.

But like The Black Death, you’ve got to warn the others and stay on-guard during the entire duration of the outbreak. But always keep in mind that living in fear of being struck by it is a worse poison than the harsh realities of love could ever be.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Finding Your Heart in the Heart of Philadelphia


Many of those who frequent Rittenhouse Square will tell you that it is the heart and soul of the City of Philadelphia. There you will find street performers evoking awe and wonder from large crowds, clusters of hipsters staring into the sun with their aviator sunglasses and cut-off jeans, and a sea of park-goers soaking up the sun as well as the culture of Philly.

Yet strangely enough, I don't really frequent Rittenhouse Square Park that often. So one day on my afternoon off, I conformed and took a stroll down the fancy schmancy streets of Rittenhouse to observe what all of the hubbub was about.

What I discovered was a magical place full of energy, activity and excitement; a place full of men.

Short men, tall men, jock-inspired men, hipster men, even the unavoidable creepy old men. This, ladies and gentlemen, truly is the heart of the single lad's Philadelphian fantasy.

Being the curious person I am, I sat down with my copy of "Summer and the City" (shocking book choice, I know) and a frappuccino to give myself a legitimate reason to be in the surroundings. Unfortunately, my only seating choice was on a bench across from a middle-aged man attempting (and failing) to impress with his sun-burnt 50-year-old chest.

But I digress. As I engaged myself into my reading and my observing, I noticed a young couple sitting a few feet in front of me on a patch of grass. Neither could have been older than 17, and they had that gag-worthy "I'm young and in pretend love" look in their eyes ... or at least the female clearly did.

The young man she was with, on the contrary, couldn't have looked more bored. He sat patiently with her, apprehensively clutching her hand every few minutes as they read their books, as if he expected something in return for his "romance." And yet I caught him staring at me every few minutes, and couldn't help but wonder why.

I was fairly confident he wasn't gay, and there were plenty of other interesting people to be looking at in the area. I didn't bother staring back, as twinks really aren't my thing ... but it did cause me to ponder another question.

At what age, at what part of our life cycle, do we become as confidently self-aware with our emotions as we are with our libido?

I can tell you what kind of guy I go for from the outside, but when it comes to figuring out all of that lovey-dovey stuff, I haven't the slightest clue. Sometimes, it makes that high school romance based purely on physical appearance seem awfully appealing by comparison. Wouldn't it be nice, if our biggest concern was still who to take to the prom?

We all like to believe there's that special someone waiting in the world with the key to our heart, but what do you do if you never stumble upon that person? Are there multiple, universal keys out there waiting to unlock your heart? Or maybe it's a combination lock, and it's up to you to give someone the "secret code" to your inner workings.

Regardless of this ongoing mystery, it seems one thing is clear. Finding the answers to such questions will not come in the form of an instantaneously gratifying "eureka!" kind of moment, nor is it something you will come to by sitting alone in your bedroom, cuddling with your cat and watching "He's Just Not That Into You" for the millionth time.

With an entire city to explore, finding the answers to your own heart can be as easy as unearthing the inner valves of Philadelphia. And if you happen to take a few sultry detours along the way, then well, that's just another part of the process.